The Art of Darkness

Chapter One

Chapter 1

  She could feel the pain and the fighting. She could sense the internal struggle. She could see the inside of her, white and black magic rushing through her, taking over her, along with adrenaline. The white and black collided, clashing into each other. Dueling for control. Every time they touched it sent a shockwave through her brain. As they fought more they touched more. The pain radiated through her skull.

  "What have I done!?" She screamed in agony, gripping her head and ripping beautiful blond curls out.

  "You'll get used it, dearie." A laughing voice answered her. She turned around.

  "Gol- ..." She stopped. She reached out to him but couldn't remove her body from the icy cold stone floor. She had no idea why she was there. Looking around she saw an entire bedroom surrounding her. The walls were plain and drab stones. A couple of faded tapestries adorned them. The bed looked very ... princess-y. She looked down at herself. She was wearing a ripped - no, destroyed - black leather dress.

  She suddenly remembered what happened.

  Using the author's powers, Gold had been writing an alternate universe in which the villains were the good guys. As he did his heart became too dark to survive. The only way to save him was to remove the darkness and put it in somewhere else. Emma had volunteered herself to be the next dark one. Afterwards, Rumple hadn't exactly been thankful to Emma for saving him. Instead, he had been angry and tried to kill her for her power. He wanted it back at any cost. When he couldn't get it in StoryBrooke he continued his plan to take them to the alternate storyline.

  She remembered what Gold had told her about her new life. She would be locked in a tower like Rapunzel. Stuck with the internal fight, the pain in her head. No one would save her because they wouldn't remember her. They would have fake memories of being hurt by her, of all the bad things she had supposedly done. They would fear her and no one would save her, since that tower was her prison. And that prison would protect her.

  This Rumplestiltskin wasn't Gold. This was his dark one version. A hologram, a vision that would drive her crazy. Would lead her in the ways of being dark. "I can't I can't!!!"

  Her hair a messy tangle, her dress torn, and skin dirty she stood. Tearing at the chains and screaming, yet somehow her crazy screeching and screaming stopped.

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  Across town sat a young boy. He was young and scared, bewildered by his surroundings. He had tracked down the author's quill and written himself into the story. He looked down. His clothes were still from his world. "Dang it," He muttered. "I forgot to write myself some clothing. Suddenly he saw Rumplestiltskin on a horse in armor, being hailed for his good work in saving them from the ogres. Suddenly, he looked over and spotted the young boy.

  "Seize him!" He yelled and pointed. The native soldiers who were in awe of his talent and looked up to him grabbed him. Henry began to kick and scream. "MOM!" He screeched, "I will find you!"

  As he was being dragged away, something magical happened. Somehow, with the power of true love, his voice carried itself to Emma up in the tower.

  She smiled, very thankful, as tears glided down her cheek. Her screaming gone and in reply crying in thankfulness.

  "I know you will Henry. You will always find me. I know you can. Now do it Henry, do it quickly before the savior fades and the dark one invades."

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